Morgan Wallen - Miami (feat. Lil Wayne and Rick Ross) (Official Audio)

Morgan Wallen - Miami (feat. Lil Wayne and Rick Ross) (Official Audio) with tags morgan wallen, country, country music, i'm the problem, tate mcrae, what i want, morgan wallen, (live, miami, rick ross, lil wayne, miami remix

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Lyrics:

(Miami)

And it ain’t nothin’ like where I’m from, nah

Yeah I can’t keep my gun in my truck in (Miami)

They don’t know my name at these bars

And you can’t even see any stars

In (Miami)

You got me MIA for a couple days now

But it don’t hit the same as my Tennessee town (Miami)

Except for gettin’ sand in my boots

Ask yourself what the hell is a redneck gon’ do

In (Miami)

(Miami)

Yeah yeah moola

Now it get cold in New Orleans but temporary

And she know that I’m colder than Refrigerator Perry

And she don’t wanna go to New Orleans it’s Armageddon

So we go to South Beach

She say it’s perfect for our wedding

Now I start sweatin’ in a Cherokee

Without the doors

Don’t get no sand in my Jeep

Or my decor

She look at me like nigga please

So I pleased the bitch

We up in LIV on Sunday I’m like Jesus bitch

Party in the 305

We so high

If we go live

You might see your bride

Can’t believe your eyes

We eat at Prime and

I eat so much shrimp I got iodine poisonin’

I can’t even swim but I could throw a yacht party

We real lit in Miami

I’m like Will Smith in Miami

I’m like Uncle Luke Trick Daddy

Me and Trina almost got married

Shit

Got a barn door on Collins

Can’t see stars just Star Island

I got a target on my wallet

But like Morgan boy I’m Wallen in Miami

(Miami)

It ain’t nothin’ like where I’m from (nothin’ like where I’m from), nah

Yeah I can’t keep my gun in my truck in (I still keep my gun) (Miami)

They don’t know my name at these bars (they don’t know my name)

You can’t even see any stars

In (Miami)

You got me MIA for a couple days now (couple days now)

But it don’t hit the same (it don’t hit the same) as my Tennessee town (Miami)

Except for gettin’ sand in my boots (yeah)

Ask yourself what the hell is a redneck gon’ do

In (Miami) (yeah)

Ask yourself what the hell is a nigga gon’ do in (Miami)

Biggest boss Ricky Ross aye uh

Feelin’ good in my two seater

Top down it’s too easy

Y’all season in Miami

Sun’s out too breezy

Swimsuits on South Beach

Condo for my side piece

Change of plans let’s just shop

Blue duffle bag

Two hunny-Gs

Life’s short so live fast

Corvette with the rear rack

Cry once, not twice

Really hurt when my Dad passed

Make a toast, let’s drink to it

Still real with my day ones

And I’m still down to die for you

Pray for me when that day comes

(Miami)

It ain’t nothin’ like where I’m from (nothin’ like where I’m from), nah

Yeah I can’t keep my gun in my truck in (I still keep my gun) (Miami)

They don’t know my name at these bars (they don’t know my name)

You can’t even see any stars

In (Miami)

You got me MIA for a couple days now (couple days now)

But it don’t hit the same (it don’t hit the same) as my Tennessee town (Miami)

Except for gettin’ sand in my boots (yeah)

Ask yourself what the hell is a redneck gon’ do

In (Miami) (yeah)

Ask yourself what the hell is a nigga gon’ do in (Miami)

(It ain’t nothin’ like where I’m from)

(But like Morgan boy I’m Wallen)

#Miami #ImTheProblem #MorganWallen #LilWayne #RickRoss